my life was a taxi

My life was a taxi / and I always paid for the ride in back / sometimes right there at the moment / other times / long after the fact / now I’ve seen every street in this city / and know every dark corner by heart / but the next time I need to go searching / I’ll negotiate the fare / from the start.

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